And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself...and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds.

The world is not given by our fathers but borrowed from our children.

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

It is impossible to prefigure the salvation of the world in the same language by which the world has been dismembered and defaced.

A good community insures itself by trust, by good faith and good will, by mutual help. A good community, in other words, is a good local economy.

We have become blind to the alternatives to violence.

If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.